Chen Ping's Sword

’Made wedding clothes for others.’

True Martial King Ji Changfeng was so angry he almost spat blood.

Such a result was utterly unacceptable to him.

’A sneak attack, this is a blatant ambush, lacking martial ethics.’

This was the only thought in his mind.

Of course, he could no longer sit still.

He feared that if he waited any longer, the opponent’s foundation would stabilize, leaving nothing for him, the True Martial King.

’I urge the Prince to remain calm and patiently wait for good news.’

The middle-aged scholar in his wide-sleeved robe lightly waved a feather fan, appearing as composed as if he were in a court discussion, despite being on the precarious peak.

Most strikingly, his phoenix eyes seemed as vast and deep as the starry sky, as if all matters of the world were within his calculations.

He truly lived up to the famed name ’North Wen Mountain, South Yuantu.’

Just his demeanor and grace were enough to captivate people.

Not to mention his astonishing talent and skill in intricate calculations.

After waving the feather fan twice, he seemed to see through Ji Changfeng’s thoughts and smiled, saying: ’This person Chen Ping from Xingqing Prefecture is indeed extraordinarily talented. If he had lived three hundred years ago, he could have competed against the Grand Ancestor.

If he had been born sixteen years earlier, he might have accomplished great deeds and stirred the winds and clouds of the world. Unfortunately, he was born too late.’

’Why say he was born too late? Although the current situation in Jiangnan seems chaotic, in reality, each party has its stance. Eight years ago, they already united into a single force.

What looks like chaos is not true chaos; all people and resources have long since been allocated. To break everything now is already too late.’

Not only in Jiangnan, but even in the north, the Beizhou Dynasty managed to swiftly conquer cities and lands as effortlessly as breaking bamboo, thanks in no small part to Feng Yuantu’s strategies.

If it weren’t for this, the Great Li World, even if it lost popular support, couldn’t have collapsed so quickly.

Among those who fueled the flames, nobody can guess who it truly was without being told.

Seeing the True Martial King still somewhat worried, Feng Yuantu knew it was a case of concern leading to confusion, yet he didn’t underestimate this Prince, explaining patiently:

’The influence of Xingqing Prefecture can now be said to dominate half of Jiangnan, and it is poised to become a massive force. However, they have a considerable weakness that cannot be remedied.’

’What weakness?’

Ji Changfeng’s eyes lit up, his breath quickened.

’Chen Ping has no heirs.’

Feng Yuantu smiled slowly.

Some answers seem absurd and simple, yet when not stated, they aren’t perceived as crucial.

Upon Feng Yuantu’s direct clarification, Ji Changfeng suddenly understood the subtleties of Feng Yuantu’s designs.

Indeed, since Chen Ping hasn’t married or had children, everything rests solely on him.

If this exceptionally talented Hidden Dragon List’s number one faces any mishaps, this force would be like a castle built of sand, dispersing with a gust of wind.

Ask any leader of other forces; which isn’t a successor in line?

Even if one or two die, it’s entirely acceptable.

As long as someone stands as the standard-bearer for the faction, regardless of their abilities, heroes will gather. Even if setbacks occur, the force won’t disperse.

And as for Xingqing Prefecture’s influence?

If Chen Ping died.

Can one rely on the Primordial Sect disciples, or the Cui Family, or perhaps those impoverished refugees who struggled to survive only yesterday?

Who could command whom, who could support whom?

’However, Chen Ping is immensely strong in martial force, unmatched in divine power. After the battle at Wenyuan Valley, he further exhibited his unparalleled talent in leading.’

True Martial King was again worried about the manpower he sent.

It was the foundation of his rise and also the bond with various forces, absolutely irreparable.

’Since the battle a month ago, the world is abuzz, touting King Ping’s military array as invincible, worthy of the title [Divine General]. At such times, no one would foolishly use a large army against him head-on, nor would I,’ said Feng Yuantu.

’To kill him, one must catch him alone, without the army by his side, that’s the golden opportunity.’

’But clearly, Chen Ping understands this too. Why would he be so careless, alone like a white dragon in fish garb, traveling by himself?’ Considering his own perspective, True Martial King Ji Changfeng thought Chen Ping wouldn’t travel alone.

Feng Yuantu smiled reservedly, without hiding, sarcastically said, ’Therefore, this news will reach Black Dragon Platform at the fastest speed. Moreover, Chen Ping will also learn that the Blood Eagle Guard from Black Dragon Platform has already set out for the south.

Furthermore, this time, it’s led by [Woyan Monarch], one of the three grandmasters of Beizhou Inner Court, personally lending a hand.’

’It is him.’

To speak of Woyan Monarch’s stories could last three days and nights.

Even someone with True Martial King Ji Changfeng’s strength felt slightly uncomfortable hearing this name.

This person was renowned not only in the Great Li Dynasty but in Beizhou, where his reputation could stop a child from crying.

Though not because of high martial force, it was due to extraordinary tactics.

Moreover, whenever this person takes action, there is absolutely no chance of failure.

The mighty Black Dragon Platform of Beizhou owes more than half its fame to this person’s contributions.

He’s the left-hand man of Emperor Yuwen Mu of Beizhou.

Of course, as his name suggests, nobody knows what this person looks like.

Not even whether they are male or female.

His roles span across civil servants, military generals, commoners, laborers, and if needed, even a woman in a brothel.

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